Spy Wars: I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?

"Hello, I've heard of you, Miss Ono Kikuko, the spy flower of the empire. Your reputation is well-known in the intelligence community." A man in military uniform, with sharp eyes and a hint of imperceptible awe in his tone.

His name is Shiro Ishii, but on this occasion, he would rather be called Dr. Ishii, a person who has a profound influence in both science and the military.

"Colonel Ishii, you are too kind. I am just doing my job." Ono Kikuko responded. She was wearing a dark suit, had elegant manners and a faint smile on her face.

"You should still call me Dr. Ishii."

She bowed slightly to show respect. "As you wish, Dr. Ishii."

As they were talking, there was a sudden commotion in the bustling crowd. Li Dayong and his underground party comrades, who had changed their appearance, skillfully blended into the crowd. They dressed up as ordinary citizens, but they were hiding murderous intentions.

On the bustling streets, people are busy and no one notices the undercurrents lurking beneath the bustle. Li Dayong and his underground party comrades, like fish, skillfully shuttle through the crowd, disguised as ordinary citizens, but each of them has their own agenda. Li Dayong's eyes are sharp, like an eagle's eyes, perceiving everything around him. In his hand, a small pistol is hidden in his wide cuffs, ready to attack at any time.

"Shiro Ishii is over there," an underground party comrade reminded softly, his eyes directed at a Japanese officer not far away. That man was their target - Shiro Ishii, a cruel and ruthless invader.

Li Dayong nodded slightly, already having a plan in mind.

Li Dayong's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed on the figure not far away - Ishii Shiro, a name of heinous crimes.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the noise in the crowd was instantly suppressed, as if they had sensed the coming storm.

Li Dayong's fingers quietly slid to his waist and grasped the pistol hidden behind his back. His heartbeat accelerated, but his eyes were unusually calm, as if he had already put life and death aside.

"Are you ready?" He whispered to the comrades around him. His voice was small but full of power.

The comrade nodded, his eyes flashing with determination. They exchanged a look in tacit understanding, which was a silent agreement and a commitment of life and death.

Li Dayong pulled out the pistol hidden behind his back, his movements were as fast as lightning, almost instantaneous. He aimed at Shijing Shiro and gently pulled the trigger. At this moment, time seemed to slow down, and every second seemed as long as a century.

"Bang!" The sound of gunfire exploded in the crowd, like a thunder, breaking the tranquility of the market.

However, Ono Kikuko was quick-witted and realized the danger. She stepped forward without hesitation and used her body to block the bullet shot at Ishii.

"Ms. Kikuko!" Shiro Ishii exclaimed, his eyes full of shock and gratitude.

"Protect Dr. Ishii." Upon hearing the command, the military police quickly moved out, and the chaotic crowd became quiet under their iron-fisted control.

Panic broke out among the crowd. Li Dayong's comrades acted quickly, throwing smoke bombs to block the view and buy time for their retreat.

"Go!" Li Dayong shouted, and the two turned around quickly and rushed out of the encirclement against the flow of people. Bullets whistled in their ears, but they walked firmly and were as agile as cheetahs.

"Comrade Parrot, someone is chasing us over there!" the comrade reminded hurriedly. They could already see the Japanese soldiers chasing them in the distance, with the black muzzles of their guns pointing at them.

Li Dayong's heart tightened, but his face showed no fear. He thought quickly, then suddenly jumped to the left, over a row of stalls, while his comrades rushed to the right, trying to distract the enemy.

"You go first, I'll cover you." He shouted to his comrades.

"Take care, Comrade Parrot." The other comrades immediately ran forward, believing that as long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

At this moment, Li Dayong had to face the pursuers alone. He took advantage of the complex terrain of the market and shuttled through the narrow alleys to avoid the enemy's sight. Every turn and every jump was a contest between life and death.

However, at this critical moment, Li Dayong found an insurmountable obstacle in front of him - a high wall blocking his way. Behind him, the footsteps of the pursuers were getting closer and closer, and he had nowhere to escape.

Li Dayong took a deep breath, his eyes determined. He pushed his legs hard, and with the last bit of strength he had, he leaped upwards, his body drawing a graceful arc in the air, like a flying eagle.

He successfully climbed up the wall. When he landed, he almost exhausted all his strength, but the crisis was not over. He quickly looked around and found a few clothes hanging on the clothes drying rack of a house not far away. He picked up a robe and threw down a silver dollar in exchange, then hid in an empty corner and quickly changed his worn-out clothes.

He tore off the human skin mask that Tang Xiaoxiao had prepared for him, and kept it properly. After putting on new clothes, Li Dayong looked like an ordinary citizen, wandering in the bustling streets.

He straightened his back and walked out of the alley with a swagger. He was met by a group of pursuers. They were searching nervously and did not notice this seemingly ordinary passerby. Li Dayong walked past them calmly and even nodded and smiled at them, as if he was an acquaintance greeting his neighbors.

On the other side, Shiro Ishii looked at Ono Kikuko being carried into the ambulance, feeling mixed emotions. He had never thought that this woman, known as the "flower of spies" by the intelligence community, would choose to protect him at a critical moment. He turned to the military police captain and ordered, "Find the attackers and kill them all at all costs."

The military police captain received the order and immediately directed his men to split up and pursue the suspects, while strengthening security at the scene. Shiro Ishii followed the ambulance, anxiously waiting for news from the hospital.

Shiro Ishii paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, his heart full of worry for Ono Kikuko. The red light in the operating room was on, and every flash was like a heartbeat, which touched his tense nerves.

The door of the operating room finally opened, and the doctor came out tired but relieved, and said to Shiro Ishii, "Dr. Ishii," the doctor's voice was hoarse but full of power, "Miss Ono Kikuko's operation was very successful. We successfully removed the bullet, which was only a few millimeters away from the heart. Her tenacious vitality surprised us all."

Shiro Ishii's shoulders relaxed slightly, and his clenched fists loosened slowly. A smile of relief flashed across his face, which was a reverence for life and deep admiration for the doctor's skills.

"Thank you, doctor," his words were full of gratitude, the gratitude that came from the bottom of his heart could not be fully expressed in words.

The doctor nodded slightly, responding to Ishii Shiro's gratitude. "However," he changed the subject, with a little more worry in his tone, "Ms. Ono has lost too much blood and is weak. She needs time to recover. The subsequent care and rehabilitation are equally important. We must ensure that she can smoothly go through this difficult period."

When Shiro Ishii heard this, his brows were filled with worry. He knew that the operation was only the first step, and the subsequent care was the real challenge. He bowed deeply to express his gratitude to the doctor and the entire medical team. "Please take care of me, doctor."

"You're welcome, Dr. Ishii."

At this tense moment, Suzuki Ohara, the director of East Asia Dowen College, led several faculty members and the college's security team to the scene. Along with them came the new chief of the Special High Section, Fujiwara Ichiro, who also showed up with a serious look, obviously shocked by the situation.

"Dr. Ishii, I'm Ichiro Fujiwara from the Special High Technology Department." Ichiro Fujiwara stepped forward and saluted Dr. Ishii, his eyes revealing a hint of guilt and helplessness.

"Baka!" Dr. Ishii was furious and slapped Fujiwara Ichiro in the face. "What are you doing in the Special High Section? You didn't even notice the attack by anti-Japanese elements!"

Ichiro Fujiwara felt full of grievances. He lowered his head and apologized in a low voice: "I'm very sorry, Dr. Ishii. It was our negligence that caused you to be frightened in Haizhou." He knew in his heart that all the faults should be blamed on the former section chief Sakata Ono. He had only taken over the Special High Technology Department for half a month, and during this time he had been busy understanding and adapting to the new working environment.

"Search those anti-Japanese elements immediately!" Dr. Ishii's order was like a flash of lightning, instantly breaking the silence at the scene.

"Hey!" Ichiro Fujiwara endured the humiliation and quickly directed his men to take action. He was humiliated in front of his subordinates, which made him lose face, and his anger towards Dr. Ishii gradually rose.

Ichiro Fujiwara hurriedly led the Special High Technology Bureau personnel away, leaving behind a chaotic scene.

At this time, Suzuki Ohara had the opportunity to introduce himself to Dr. Ishii: "Dr. Ishii, I am Suzuki Ohara from the East Asia Common Culture College. May I ask how Mr. Ono is doing now?"

The doctor once again described in detail to Suzuki Obara the injuries of Ono Kikuko. Hearing that she was not seriously injured, Suzuki Obara's tense nerves relaxed a little.

"That's good." He let out a breath, feeling relieved.

"Yo, Suzuki-kun, the quality of the people in your Dofun College is quite high." Dr. Ishii smiled and looked at Suzuki Obara with gratitude. After all, it was teacher Ono Kikuko who protected him in the critical moment.

"Thank you Dr. Ishii for your praise," Suzuki Ohara said, feeling extremely proud of Ono's heroic act. "Dr. Ishii must have worked hard today, so why don't you go to the hotel and rest for a while. Don't worry, I will arrange for someone to keep watch here."

"That's it, let's go!" Dr. Ishii nodded with satisfaction. He was indeed tired. This Suzuki Ohara was very perceptive. This Tongwen Academy was not bad.